Chapter 141: Scowling Faces

Celine Celine sat in the grand library of the Blood Moon pack, her fingers trailing over the dusty spines of ancient books. "You’ve been here forever," Agatha said impatiently beside her. "I don’t care," Celine replied. She couldn’t even go outside. If she did, she risked her sanity. A certain disciple of her mother would always glare at her, telling her that he always knew she was up to no good and that it didn’t matter what she did. He would sneer at her publicly. How she hated him, she thought to herself. On the bright side, she was in a place that she liked. The scent of old parchment filled the air, a sharp reminder of her current predicament. Ever since the war had ended in failure, she had been under relentless scrutiny. Her mother had been particularly harsh. The court’s disdain was almost palpable, and Celine could feel the weight of their disappointment pressing down on her. In fact, she remembered the meeting as though it was yesterday. "You shouldn’t stay up there,